I sat down to switch on the computer,
a news paper about to be read.
cigarette smoke came through a window,
a tabby asked to be fed.
A kettle boiled in a kitchen,
a spoon in a cup standing by.
A farmhand mustered some sheep up
for shearing, while its still dry.
An aeroplane touched down on a runway,
the first of its six, but on time.
An eleven year old boy in Cambodia,
accidentally stepped on a mine.
A celebrity on a red leather sofa,
sat there and wondered, 'what else? '.
two drunks on a lane in the city,
laughed as they sipped their Moselle.
Piaf sang a song in the background.
She sang it in French about death.
A man on his way to his workplace
rolled his car and took his last breath.
A woman in a camp in Somalia
her head in her hand in despair.
A teenager sits in her bedroom
with a straightener, to straighten her hair.
In a hospital with Dr's and Nurses
a baby is born that is blue.
I glance at the clock near the fireplace
and notice it's six twenty two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem